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Labyrinth
Talk to me, hear my voice.
I'm weary of staring at bricks.
I dropped the ball of string
and can't see past the tears.
Each one that falls plants
a thorn beneath my bare feet.
Find me, see me, walk with me.
Together we can quit this labyrinth.
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